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Although McCants refers to her boyfriend as a “personality” she may be the only student on campus to know just how debonair this boy, whom she first met in her freshman year entryway, is. “He’s always cheering me up and he’s romantic. There are eighty million reasons why he should be on this list. But it’s the small, subtle things that matter most. Flowers or a phone call, he’s very sweet...
...write for an independent magazine or get a teaching fellowship. Lemo hopes that academia is in Chartey’s future. “I’d love to see him as a history or a literature professor,” Lemo admits. McCants agrees that her boyfriend will definitely be in the classroom...
...resplendent smile widens as she launches into cuddly stories about her boyfriend and recounts goofy memories of dance parties, late nights, and memorizing ‘N Sync choreography with her group of “ridiculous, loud” girls. “I’m sad to be graduating” she says with a puppy-pout expression, “I feel like there are so many things I haven’t done...
...involved, it is often too late. Wakako Tokuda was a plump-cheeked schoolgirl attending a prestigious private academy in Kobe. Though she had run away before, Tokuda left home for good last December after her father reportedly blew up over her newly pierced ears. Her 21-year-old boyfriend found the 16-year-old Tokuda strangled late October in the one-room Osaka apartment they shared. It turned out Tokuda had been seduced by the mean streets of Osaka. Journalists found ads for a bar, where patrons paid to fondle girls, featuring Tokuda in a slinky beige teddy. Earlier this...
...delight for the next three weeks in response to the invariable “So how was your break?,” I know that it is not uncommon. With papers and exams just around the corner, the sleep schedule gets a bit crazy. Maybe I can get my boyfriend to call me at 4 a.m. so I can get up and finish my paper before going to section. No silly, just deposit your holiday hours in your sleep bank. When the schedule becomes laughably ridiculous and you turn into the droopy-eyed, nocturnal wombat shell of yourself...